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[rosarianoath]

“It still gets looks,” he remarks. This house is the only place it doesn’t, and his eyes droop closed lazily just so he can focus on the sensation of her skin on his — where it passes over living nerve and drifts into dead space and back. “Fortunately your opinion is the only one that matters, at the end of the day.”

[noburden]

"And I'm of the opinion that you are the most handsome man there ever was," she says, to the surprise of none. "I thought so even when this wound was fresh."

[rosarianoath]

He chuffs quietly, and opens his eyes again just enough to gaze into her eyes.

“To think I could end up with such a beauty, who could see so much at me even at my lowest,” he murmurs.

[noburden]

Jill steps closer to press a kiss to his cheek, right upon the scar. Being that close reminds her that he needs to bathe, and before that, she needs to tame that mop of hair. She pulls back just enough to reach around him for the scissors.

"I'll trim the front just a little shorter," she tells him, running her fingers through the hair that falls on his forehead. "You'll hardly notice the difference."

But she will.

[rosarianoath]

He can't even smell himself anymore, he just likes being close.

"Only as much as you need to," he says, and he holds his head straight just so it doesn't end up weird.

[noburden]

"I know. Don't worry. Close your eyes, Clive." So she doesn't cut his long lashes or get bits of hair in his eyes. She pulls his hair forward, lining up the scissors and slowly cutting across. She does a second pass with the tips of the blades, thinning his hair out more around his eyes.

She hums in approval before running her fingers through another section so she can trim the entire length.

[rosarianoath]

Clive does as he's told, closing his eyes, or at least lowering them enough that he can still look down, eyes settling on her chest as she works. It's relaxing, feeling the gentle tug on his scalp as she moves his hair around between her fingers, watching little tufts of dark hair fall between them, some making it all the way to the floor.

"I wore it shorn short for a while," he murmurs. "I never liked it that way."

[noburden]

"Good to keep lice away, but I think longer hair suits you best. But not too long," she teases, snipping here and there. A shower will clean him of the bits of hair and she'll sweep the floor.

[rosarianoath]

His eyes rest on her cleavage. It keeps the mind light.

"Short enough to not displease you, and long enough to displease my mother," he agrees, wryly. "A worthwhile balance."

[noburden]

Jill scoffs. "Displeasing her was never a difficult task. Our very breathing would do it, some days. Too loud..."

She clicks her tongue softly as she continues to cut. And now Anabella doesn't breathe at all.

"I wonder what she'd think of the noises you get out of me."

[rosarianoath]

Now that's an interesting thought. He'd felt himself settling into a mood too sentimental and tender to manage fucking her roughly, but that gives him pause.

"She would be furious," he says, daring to look up a little bit more, to her face.

[noburden]

She meets his eyes and brushes stray hair off his nose. Despite Anabella never being a happy subject, she looks amused.

"Good."

Then she puts a hand on his shoulder, urging him to turn around so she can trim the back of his hair.

[rosarianoath]

He's sore to have nothing but his own face to look at while she does the back, but he turns obediently, feeling like he should hunch at least a little so she can reach easier. He leans over the sink a bit, not sure if it's helpful or a hindrance. He supposes she'll tell him.

In the meantime:

"Do you like the thought of making her angry?"

[noburden]

Jill runs a hand down his back before tapping a shoulder. It's easier if he stands up straighter for her.

"I do. I spent so long afraid of her, trying so hard to avoid angering her... that our happiness would upset her brings me joy. Petty as that is."

But she can be a little petty before the man she loves, she thinks.

[rosarianoath]

He hums comfortably at the stroke of her hand.

"I spent so long trying to please her," he muses, straightening up again. "You deserve to be petty, and I deserve to displease her..."

[noburden]

"We do," Jill agrees with a smile he can't see because he blocks her entirely in the mirror. She combs through his hair with her fingers before trimming, using the very valid excuse of hair getting caught in the curve of his ass to lightly swat it.

[rosarianoath]

Clive looks back at her over his shoulder when she swats him, startled but not surprised, and he laughs under his breath.

“Forget petty. You spite her, laying your hands on a prince of Rosaria in such a manner…”

[noburden]

Jill laughs and reaches around him to put the scissors back onto the counter. She takes the opportunity to wrap her arms around Clive's middle from behind.

"I claim this prince as my own."

[rosarianoath]

He braces himself against the counter so she can lean her weight into him. Her arms are snug around his waist, and he feels his dick brush the counter’s edge.

“He’s yours, my love.”

[noburden]

"And every day he makes me happy and proud to be his lady."

She hopes Anabella is shrieking, wherever she may be.

"I suppose I'll let you clean up now that I can see your face again."

[rosarianoath]

“I’ll be quick,” he promises, shifting to lay a hand over hers and give it a quick squeeze. “Next time you should wait until I get home to bathe… we could spare the water, showering together.”

[noburden]

"Is that all?" She asks with a kiss to his shoulder. A mistake. She splutters to get the hair off her lips.

[rosarianoath]

He cranes his neck to look at her. Babe, Joshua is sleeping.

“There are other perks…”

[noburden]

Bleh. Jill wipes her mouth, no effort to be ladylike before Clive.

"Such as?"

[rosarianoath]

"I could wash you," he says. "Or if I was too unclean to do so, at least watch you wash yourself..."

He most certainly spent a handful of years attempting not to get a hard-on just knowing she'd gone to the nearest creek to bathe, and imagining what that looked like.